Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.